Struggle Bus

So three entire days in a row I made time to sit down and think about how I was feeling and then write about it. And then followed that with three days I didn't. I've been fighting with myself about whether doing certain tasks makes me feel better or if feeling better leads to doing those tasks. Not even just writing. I have a whole stack of tasks I usually enjoy doing on a daily basis and I haven't been doing them. I kind of hate not doing the things that I associate with wellness regardless of the cause and effect situation.

Day 2. I had a decent hike at Konza that day.

I was late to the gym this morning. And then when I got home, it took so much longer than I wanted it to for me to get out the door again. I hate it.

A part of me wonders if this is my real life and the part where I'm not dissociated is the episode.

Day 3: a restful day, if I'm being nice to me

Ok, I don't really think that my dissociation is my "real" life and the times when I feel more functional are the episodes. That's just the despair. I really think that it's kind of a side effect of how much healing I have enjoyed. See, the better I feel when I'm not dissociated, the worse it is to be dissociated. I used to slip in and out of it with very little awareness. Now I know what it's like to live more connected to myself and the world around me. It's intolerable to be disconnected again.

Day 4: I managed some parts of my usual schedule and also managed to take a nap.

I did make it to the gym today. And I fed my family. We worked together on some care tasks. I managed to find 4 matching shirts in the right sizes. For our Christmas pjs. We have a tradition and I bought the pants a few weeks ago. I hope the shirts are the right colors, I didn't look at the pants before I went to the store. *sigh* This is me trying to stick to the positive side. I got some good things done. They just weren't necessarily the things I wanted to do or the speed in which I wanted to do them.

Day 4

I'm struggling.